The first step toward change is awareness. The second step is acceptance. As I sat alone in that cold, dark jail cell, I felt like I had hit rock bottom. My feet chilled against the cold stone floor.
For the first time, I faced a truth: I was becoming the person I despised most-my father, a man consumed by addiction and destruction. Despite all the anger and hatred I carried toward him, I was walking the same path.
The weight of that realization was crushing. I felt as though I was drowning in the results of my actions and choices. I thought of my mother, a single woman who had done all she could to raise us.
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